Sitting on a bed
squinting at the sun
I peel skin from my lips
slick with guilt and spit.
A self inflicted
crushed velvet wound
drizzles down and stains
my lap with an ellipsis.
It’s hard to show up
stuttering apologies
and muttering mea culpas
past bitten fingertips.
But it’s time to rise
and spit blood in the sink,
it’s time to eat the pain
and swallow my bullshit.
© Nancy Botta, 2019
Rusted Honey 
Very well done Nancy.
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Love this!
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This is very good.
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Very well done. Love your writing 🤗
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Beautifully penned
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Always brilliant. I get excited whenever I get a notification you have posted.
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Wow. I can see all of this. It is dark but so very well done!
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Strong poem. I especially love the image in the second stanza. Thank you for sharing this.
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I really like this poem! I also love the picture – where is it from?
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Dark, rough, and painfully honest. Beautiful.
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Strong piece, Nancy. Very well-written.
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Bravo 👏
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Hi Nancy We have to show our true grit to survive! Thank you for calling by and liking “Closed!” Also for wanting to follow my poetry adventures. Great to meet you. Writing is my passion that keeps me alive and sane! Like all things Paranormal! UFO’s! Conspiracy theories and the truth within! Observing this crazy violent virtual reality society!#TheFoureyedPoet.
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“lips/split with spittle and grief.” So good.
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